by Aubrey Cara
“Celia Duncan. My former executive assistant. Who, I guess, is now my temporary assistant? She’s not usually so—” I wave a hand.
“Yeah, I got that.”
“Any more of your business associates going to show up today?” Jace asks, all dark and lethal with his tattooed arms crossed and a scowl on his face.
“I hope not.” I push away from Jess and unbutton my shirt until it hangs open “Are either of you planning on feeding me today, or is this a sex only situation?”
I shimmy out of Jace’s boxer briefs and toe them in his direction.
He growls, and I take off, racing through the kitchen with the men hot on my heels. Laughing and feeling lighter than I have in weeks, likely years, I fall on the mattress of Jess’s bed. The guys flop down with a bounce on either side of me.
“If you want food, you’re going about getting it the wrong way.” Jess pulls me astride him and draws me down to take my mouth.
“Food can wait,” I say. “I’m suddenly hungry for something else.”
Jace fits himself in behind me, his hard body covering me. He trails nipping kisses along my shoulder. The hot brand of his length teases my opening. “How sore are you?”
My pulse kicks up in anticipation and apprehension. All my special parts are tender but… “Not too sore.”
He reaches his hand into the drawer of the bedside table and pulls out a strip of condoms. “Do we need these?”
My heart kicks. The yes gets stuck in my throat. I’m a religious practitioner of safe sex, but I remember Jace’s words about going bare inside me. I want to feel their heat. I want them to mark me. Fill me with their cum.
“I’m clean and on the pill.”
“I’ve already told you I’m clean,” Jace says, nibbling that tender place between my shoulder and neck that makes me tremble.
Jess cups my face and pulls me down for a drugging kiss. “I’m clean and I want nothing more than to feel your bare pussy on me, but only if this is what you want.”
“I want.” I so very much want.
I expect them to take me, fast and hard, but they have other ideas. They kiss and explore my body. One set of hands is always teasing my core, another my body. They bind me so I can’t move then worship me with hands and mouths then take turns filling me.
Jace works my pussy, pumping deep, his tempo speeding until I’m gasping, then he pulls out, and Jess is filling me. Making me ride him until I’m trembling. Begging to come.
Finally, Jace lines up his slippery cock to a place I thought they were done tormenting for the day and eases in inch by inch. My breath hisses out, and he holds me tight. “You need me to stop, baby?” Jace asks, his voice tender in a way I’ve never heard. “Is it too much? Does it hurt?”
I shake my head. “It hurts…in a good way. I want more.”
“Oh, Maddie, you want us to make it hurt so good?” Jess asks, cupping my breasts and tweaking my nipples into throbbing points. His cock filling my pussy twitches.
My eyes roll closed at the sensation, and I nod. “Please. I need more. I need it all.”
Jace pushes in the rest of the way, his thick length like a brand inside me. “We’re going to fill you up until you don’t feel whole without us.”
I’m afraid he’s too late.
They grind their cocks into me as deep as they can go with every slow, hard thrust. We rock together in an intense rhythm that has me sobbing, panting for breath. Clawing at the men in front of me and behind me. It’s base and dirty and liberating, and I want this always. I want them to mark me. Own me. Keep me.
I shake and cry through orgasm after orgasm, but I hold back the words. I can’t take them back, and I don’t want to ruin this. It’s only supposed to be casual, but this doesn’t feel casual. This feels like something I want forever.
Sex is making me crazy.
I’m coming, soaring through another orgasm that strings my body tight when their cocks grow impossibly large inside me and pulse, their liquid heat filling me, soothing my abused channels.
“You are so fucking perfect, princess,” Jace whispers in my ear. The word princess is a caress lacking all the scorn usually accompanying it. His secure embrace is the only thing holding me up. I burrow deeper into his hold.
Jess is staring up at me with a strange expression. Over the years, I’ve gotten good at reading people. His probing blue gaze expresses a lot. Too much.
He stays silent for a prolonged charged moment, then sits up and runs his knuckles over my cheek. His penetrating gaze holds me entranced in this tension between us grows weightier by the second. He parts his lips. I hold my breath, desperately afraid of what he’s about to say…then my stomach rumbles.
He huffs out a gravelly laugh. “I guess it’s time to feed you. Come on, beautiful. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I allow myself to be shuffled off to the shower—the small crappy old one right off Jess’s room. The men curse, falling out of the tub as we all try to cram in there together. The mood lifts and lightens. I still wonder what Jess was going to say, but refuse to ask. I’m terrified of what the answer may be. I have a feeling it would make this all too real, and I’m not ready for it to be real.
They hand feed me, stealing kisses and caresses between bites, and I must remind myself this is temporary. I’m going to have to leave all this behind. I need to remember that.
I’m just here for a good time.
13
J ace
Three weeks later
The kitchen door rattles closed followed by the clicking of heels on tile. That’s all it takes for my dick to get hard in anticipation.
Madeline storms into the living room, and I toss my sandwich on a paper towel on the coffee table and switch the TV to mute. I’m used to her being in and out during the day. She has a room at the Ridgeline, but I’m not sure why. She’s here much more often than she is there. The one night she stayed at the hotel, we went up and helped her christen it.
Had security called on us, too.
“Bret threatened to quit if I didn’t leave,” she fumes, hands on her hips. “Can you believe that?”
I try not to laugh. Bret Davies is her contractor and a better man than me. Work on her house finally started last week, and she’s been down there every day, inserting herself right up the man’s ass and micromanaging. I would have made her leave days ago.
“I need something to do. I still can’t get a hold of the person who owns that building I want to renovate, and I’ve been kicked out of my house. Now, what am I supposed to do?”
“I’ll give you something to do.”
“No offense but I can’t ride your dick for the rest of my life.”
“I wouldn’t mind.” It’s a joke, but maybe I say it a little too seriously.
She doesn’t roll her eyes, and I don’t laugh. It’s the first time either of has hinted at anything even closely resembling the future, but now that I’ve said it, the thought is taking root. Mads here. With us. Permanently.
“Jace—”
“Are you still wearing your plug?” I ask, cutting her off, because her tone is too fucking heavy.
“Maybe.” She flushes, her arms dropping limp to her sides, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. This morning, Mads was getting snippy with Jess, so he made her put a butt plug in.
Surprisingly, she acquiesced with little argument, going sweet and submissive while she knelt on the bed and worked it in. She’s supposed to wear it all day. He’s been playing games like that with her for the past few weeks, and I’ve enjoyed every second of it.
“Take your clothes off,” I tell her.
Her eyes spark with challenge. “Make me.”
Two words, and my pulse kicks up into overdrive. Such defiance. I stand up and stalk toward her until her back’s against the wall.
“You like it when I ruin your pricey silk shirts?” I fist my hand in her shirt and tear it open. “I’ll fuck up all your clothes and keep you naked and chained to my bed
. Would you like that, princess?”
“No.”
“Liar.” I suck on her neck, my scruff leaving chafe marks, and unleash her gorgeous tits. Her mouth seeks mine, her hands winding in my shirt. She moans into my mouth when I go for the closure of her pants. I love how responsive she is. How hot she gets. I know I’m gonna find her wet and ready for me.
I break away from her sweet lips, rip her pants down over her hips and spin her around, leaning my forearm on her shoulders while I spank her ass. “This what you want, you naughty little slut?”
She wiggles, trying to break out of my hold, but I know her fight right now is fake. I hate to admit it, but she could fuck me up if she really wanted to. We’ve wrestled around enough I know Mads isn’t just tough. She’s insanely skilled in some fucking death ninja shit she’s been learning since college. The woman says sparring helps her work through her stress.
I give her juicy ass another stinging smack. “When I tell you to take off your clothes, you fucking do it. Now, down on your knees. Face down. Ass up.”
I ease off her, and she shimmies out of her panties and gets down on the floor. Beautiful dimpled ass up, the green jewel winking out at me above her ruby cunt.
I toss my shirt aside and get down behind her. Taking the base of the plug in my grip, I twist it just to see her little pucker flex. There’s nothing like being buried deep in Mads’ velvety sleeve when it starts yanking on my dick. Milks the life right out of me.
Easing the plug out until the widest part of the flare stretches her, I pop it back in, fucking her ass with the metal piece until she’s moaning and pushing back into my forward thrusts. She reaches between her legs to play with her pussy, but I knock her hand away and chuckle.
“You know better than that.”
“Please, Jace.”
“Are you already begging, honey?”
She makes a cute little growl.
I line my cock up to her heat, and my breath hisses out as I slip into her snug love tunnel. “Shit. You been this wet all fucking day, baby?”
“Maybe,” she says again.
I work her slow, holding her in place because I know she hates it. She wants it rough. Slow frustrates her. Breaks her down.
“Dammit, Jace. Fuck me,” she demands as if on cue.
I ease her up on my lap and cup her throat. “Oh, baby, I’m gonna fuck you. But I may or may not let you come.” I start by gently flicking her clit and tighten my grip on her throat until she’s squirming and grabbing my wrists.
“Please, Jace.” Her pussy squeezes down on my dick lodged inside her, like she’s trying force herself to come.
I push her off my lap, my dick slapping against my stomach as she sprawls forward in her original position and wiggles her ass invitingly. I toy with the plug again. “You want me here?”
She peeks back at me, her cheeks all flushed and rosy. “Maybe.”
Maybe. Her and this maybe shit. I smack her ass hard enough to leave a print of my palm. “You want me to force you to take my dick?”
She bites her lips and averts her gaze.
“Shit, Mads, maybe I’ll keep you chained to my bed and fuck you however I want, whenever I want. I think you’ll like that as much as I would.” I take out the plug and don’t wait for her next maybe. I spread her wetness around her hole and onto my cock then shove into her heat.
“Oh God,” she cries.
“Nah. Just me, princess.” I pull out slowly then slam back in.
She screams into the carpet, keeping her legs spread and ass up for me. I yank her head back by her hair, her spine arching. I stuff three fingers into her cunt, mimicking a cock, and she tightens, her hips bucking, taking me as deep as I can go as she loses control and comes convulsively, milking my dick so hard my eyes roll back.
“Jace, Jace, oh Godddd, Jace.”
I love it when she cries my name all low and guttural. Makes me feel like a king.
My balls pull tight, and my orgasm takes me by surprise. I yank almost free of her and jerk my cock so my cum drips out and down her pussy, then I pump in a few strokes just to torture myself and her.
She whimpers this time when I pull free but then falls forward and stretches out on the area rug, replete and sexy as hell.
“Mmm, I needed that,” she murmurs. She rolls over and pulls me down for a kiss with enough sensual charge, my dick’s trying to get hard again.
“Thank you.”
“Yeah? You thanking me for fucking your prissy ass?”
“Basically.”
Smug satisfaction fills me. “Happy to help.”
She laughs in the low, sinful way that makes my balls fill, and I groan, but it’s a good groan. The groan of a happy man.
“I don’t know what I would have done without you and Jess,” she admits, her tone serious.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I would have been bored out of my mind and likely still stressing about everything.”
“Right.” I’m not sure how to take that. I mean, are we just a distraction for her? It hasn’t felt like that. I mean, maybe in the beginning. And, all right, we do fuck every chance we get, but…it’s more than that. Right?
“I’ll be right back.” I roll to my feet, head to the bathroom ,and wet some washcloths ’cause I need to get out of there for a second.
My chest aches, and I try to shake that shit off as I walk back into the living room where she’s still all sprawled out and sex mussed.
“I should make you wear my cum all day.” I spread her legs to clean her, and she makes a face at me, but it’s not disgust. “You like that idea, don’t you?” Fucking dirty girl.
She flushes, but before I can tease her some more a vibrating sound comes from the kitchen.
“Is that your phone?” I get up, and her purse rattles on the kitchen table.
She strolls in behind me, comfortably naked, and reaches into her purse. She frowns at her caller ID.
“It’s my building,” she tells me. “Hello?... What?... Are you kidding? No, of course… How bad is it?... Uhh, yes, I can do that. I’m out of town, right now. I’ll have to make arrangements… Okay. Thank you for letting me know.”
“Everything okay?” I know it’s not.
“There was a fire that spread over the top three floors. Some of my apartment was damaged, and they’ve closed all the floors affected.” She clicks on her phone finding a link and plays a New York City newscast video.
An anchor woman in a bright blue blazer comes on.
Have rats taken over Manhattan? It’s been man versus beast this week. Recently a homeless man was carried out of his alleyway shelter by none other than a group of rats. This is no Disney movie, folks. The homeless community has banned together and are now trying to burn them out of their shelters, setting the city ablaze in the process.
They show a clip of the man vs. rat war of homemade firebombs being thrown into alleys. Rats race out in droves. The anchorwoman changes cameras and her features brighten.
There was a fire on the top three floors of lower east side, Ludlow Luxury Apartments. Luckily, we had capable firemen, or should I say firewomen womaning the hose. One of New York City’s few firewomen was ahead of the fray in taming the blaze. Women in the firefighting ranks has been a controversy for decades, but Lia Burke proved herself more than capable today—
Mads clicks off the video and sets her phone down. “I have to sign out of my lease. Find out when I can collect my things. I’m paid through the end of the year, so they’re writing me a check.”
“I’m sorry, babe. I can clear my schedule and go with you.”
Her head snaps up. “Why?”
“Why not?”
“You don’t have to. I’ll take Celia with me. She’ll likely be relieved to get a break from here. She hates small towns as much as I do. Plus, it’ll only take a few days. More, if I have trouble finding another apartment.”
I go still. “Why is it so hard for you to accept help from Jess and I? And why wou
ld you need another apartment in the city?” And she hates it here? I thought she was warming up to living in Clover Creek. Hell, she wants to buy property in Shelbyville.
“I can’t stay here forever,” she says. “What would I do? I’ve been in Clover Creek for a month already, and I’m going crazy.”
She’s seemed pretty content and busy to me. “What are you going to do in the city?”
“Work.”
“At what? You had a nervous breakdown and got fired from your last job.”
“I told you that in confidence. Don’t throw it in my face.”
“I’m just saying, why would you want to go work at being unhappy and alone again? Admit it, Madeline. You love being here. You love what we have.”
“Jace, I can’t stay here.”
“Yes, you can.”
“There’s nothing for me here!”
My heart stops beating. “You know what? I’ve heard this speech before. I’m good.”
“Jace—it’s not like that. I didn’t mean it that way. What we have is...”
“What?”
“I don’t know. Confusing. Complicated.”
“Bullshit. Try working. Awesome. Not complicated at all.”
She’s practically been living with us for three weeks, and instead of driving me nuts and wanting her gone, I look forward to seeing her at the end of the day. And not just because we’ve been having a fuck-a-thon. I love the time we spend together not fucking just as much.
I don’t even mind she brought in a cleaning crew and redecorated—okay, that shit pissed me off. She moved around all my shit, and now I have a white fucking duvet that’s too fucking hot to sleep under, but all the other shit is growing on me. Kind of.
I like it because it makes me think of her!
“There’s three of us,” she argues.
“So, we’re unconventional. Who gives a fuck?”
“Society?”
“Fuck society.”
“Don’t you see how people look at us when we go to dinner or out to the movies? Fuck we scandalize people just going to the grocery store.”
“The grocery store was your fault. You can’t go feeling us up in the produce aisle.”
